Disclaimer: The Loud House and associated characters belong to Nickelodeon and Chris Savino
Bohemian Serenade
By Lola Presents
Chapter 8
The convoy pulled up to NRG stadium not long after noon, and both Luna and Sam were dressed and made up, thanks to Lincoln's attentiveness. Unfortunately for the girls, Lincoln had other duties to attend to, and he bid them farewell once he'd escorted them both inside. And, just in case the nosy nellies were watching, he kissed Sam passionately before parting.
It took nearly two hours to unload the trucks from scratch. The last time Lincoln did this was the day he got hired, when the crew had already unloaded most of the cargo. His muscles were sore and tight, knotting up in several places. The pain was worth it to be close to his girls. However, they might have to give him a thorough massage later.
After helping Luna set up her equipment, he visited Sam's place on stage and assisted with some last-minute preparations. Without much to do, Lincoln stood by, chatting with the band members while they put their personal touches on things, such as adjusting the reverbs or taming the gain on their amps. Whatever made them sound better in that particular stadium.
The headlining performer, Cardi B., had already set up their gear so that when the intermission came, all the Moon Goats had to do was break down their things, and the stage was ready. Calling for an hour break before sound checks, Lincoln cleaned up the scene, ensuring all loose cables got taped down and nothing left behind that might make trouble during the show. Then, he retired backstage, where the band was waiting for him.
"Ugh!" cried Lincoln as he plopped into one of Luna's extra folding chairs. "I hurt like a son of a bitch," he complained, rubbing his arms.
Now, as much as Luna wanted to coddle him, she knew better. Despite having no visitors on site, they were in public now, and she couldn't take any chances with the unruly crew. So, she let Sam have her time. Luna's would come later. Besides, Lincoln had to get used to this if he wanted to stay with them.
"Oh, poor baby," cooed Sam, sitting in his and wrapping her arms around him, severely testing the limits of the chair. "Want me to kiss the boo-boos?"
"Sounds lovely," chuckled Lincoln, smiling at her before accepting a prolonged kiss. "But that's not necessary," he told her. "Maybe later."
Sam made the cutest pouty face and began kissing his biceps regardless. If she got him in public, she would ensure that anyone who saw them together could make no mistake about who he was dating. Part of her felt bad for Luna because when they were traveling, it was anyone's game. Yet, she got more of Lincoln than Luna, which didn't seem fair.
Sam laughed, throwing her hair back, and moved to a chair on the other side of him. Together, they passed the time until sound check chatting with each other. Being careful to avoid sensitive subjects, they stuck with the mundane, which turned out to be quite the opposite of ordinary.
"So, Luna," chirped Sam. "Ever thought about having kids?"
Luna spat out her kale smoothie faster than Steve Vai could play a solo.
"What?" she gasped. "And ruin any chance at going on stage? Are you nuts?"
"It takes nine months, silly," responded Sam, grinning. "And nobody would know until much later."
"That's a big nope from me," Luna said, folding her arms and crossing her legs instinctively. "The last thing I need right now is a youngun' to haul around on the road. Wouldn't you agree, Lincoln?"
"Uh, well..." the young man caught in the middle sighed. "I suppose," he mumbled. "But others have done it. I mean, they could get home-schooled."
"Why?" prodded Luna after a moment's thought, leaning toward Sam. "Do you want one?"
"I don't know," cooed Sam as she revealed her midriff and patted it. "Maybe," she said, rubbing it. "I've always wondered how our child would look. Eh, Lincoln?"
"Oh, wow..." Luna sighed, releasing her tension. "Just how long have you had a crush on him anyway?"
"Since the time we met," offered Sam while Lincoln pretended to dig something out of the corner of his eye. "So, like, just after we started dating."
"So, what will you do now that you've got him?" Luna asked absent-mindedly.
"Get pregnant," Sam chirped, causing Luna's jaw to drop.
Before they could finish their conversation, Bill called for the sound check to begin, and the band left Lincoln behind the stage with the rest of the crew while they tended to business. Sighing, Lincoln made his way to the buffet where the others mingled, grabbing a croissant and a bottle of Mountain Dew.
"Yo, Lincoln," raved Reggie, one of Lincoln's coworkers. "So, you and Sam, huh?" he mumbled, ribbing Lincoln. "How is she in bed? I bet she's a real firecracker."
"What?" gasped Lincoln while chewing a bit of his croissant. "Uh, well," he stammered. "I mean, yeah. But, that's none of your business."
"Oh, come on, dude," the stockier man begged as another man, known only as Spitz, walked up. "We're your bros, man. You can't leave us hanging like that."
Lincoln could've taken this one of two ways; keep it private, or sow the seeds for the media, in case either talked. While he wanted to keep things as confidential as possible, he saw the benefit of giving them something.
"Heh, yeah," chuckled Lincoln, putting his drink down and rubbing his head. "She's pretty hot, and, God, she tastes so good," he told them. "I feel like the luckiest man in the world."
"Damn, bro..." sighed Spitz. "I'd give anything to hit that."
"Well," murmured Lincoln defensively. "Don't even think about it. She's mine," he warned them. "Besides, didn't you guys get enough of her before I got here?"
"What?" gasped Reg. "Look, man, she might have been a druggie, but she never slept with any of us."
"That's a fact," reassured Spitz.
Lincoln pressed his lips together and looked toward the stage where his sweethearts were fine-tuning their sound and couldn't help but feel a new appreciation for Sam. Somehow, during all her turmoil, she'd kept herself chaste, and he couldn't figure out how that was possible for his life.
Then, he began wondering what Sam might have done before she hooked up with his sister. Had Lincoln been her first? Indeed, she must have had sex before, but was he the first guy with whom she'd slept? What about Luna? Had she been promiscuous before dating Sam?
The poor boy had so many questions and so few answers, and it dawned on him just how little he knew about either one. Sure, he had years of childhood memories with his sister and a few getting to know Sam here and there. But overall, he knew next to nothing about who they were.
An hour's worth of sound checks, one per band, and another hour of practice each, and everyone cleared the stage. It was time for last-minute wardrobe and make-up sessions, and as much as Lincoln wanted to introduce himself to Cardi, he had to focus on his girls.
Soon, the lights adjusted, and the doors opened, allowing early birds to enter. And slowly, over an hour and a half, the stadium filled. Then, there was about a thirty-minute wait for everyone to settle and find their seats before the light dimmed and the announcer came on stage.
Lincoln sat in his folding chair, which now had his name taped over Luna's, and listened from backstage as the announcer introduced the audience to the opening act and watched as their band ran onto the stage to the sounds of the cheering crowd.
Unlike the performance from a few days ago, the band was on fire that night, especially Luna and Sam, who played and sang their hearts out. It was almost a visit to the past for Lincoln. He remembered the passion they used to have when they were young and just starting.
And that night, they had it once more.
While Lincoln had heard all their songs a million times and knew every word, he refused to sing along. Instead, he closed his eyes and listened intently, getting that feeling they'd lost so long ago. One more, it felt like they were singing for him and him alone.
After three sets at roughly twenty minutes each, the Moon Goats bowed and said farewell to Houston, Texas, before leaving the stage to thunderous applause. It seemed they had fired up the audience along with Lincoln, and he couldn't help but smile.
Once Luna and Sam rejoined Lincoln backstage, Cardi B took the spotlight, and soon, everyone had forgotten about the Moon Goats. But later, they would remember, and their popularity would increase. At least, that was Lincoln's hope.
"You guys did great!" chirped the young man. "You sang your hearts out tonight."
"It was all for you, love," cooed Sam, on behalf of herself and Luna both, winking at Luna. "I can't wait to get you back to the bus and celebrate!"
"Oh, hush," sighed Lincoln. "We have plenty of time for that. I want to hear Cardi!"
"Yeah!" added Luna excitedly. "Me too! Hush!"
Chastised but not entirely disappointed, Sam fell silent as Cardi began singing her first song of the night.
If Lincoln weren't already sore, he would've been after the show ended and everything got packed back up. After several hours of reloading the cases and pushing them into the trucks up steep ramps, his arms and legs felt like wet noodles. How would he ever perform for his girls tonight?
Limping weakly onto the bus, Lincoln collapsed onto the wrap-around sofa in the lounge.
"God, what a night," he yawned. "I feel like I weigh a thousand pounds!"
"Well then," cooed Luna, kneeling beside him. "I guess we'll have to do all the work tonight," she conceded before leaning over and kissing him.
"We?" chirped Lincoln.
"That's right, stud," cooed Sam, kneeling beside Luna, lifting his shirt and licking his sweaty skin. "You get to satisfy both of us tonight. Or rather, we'll satisfy you."
"I told you!" Mazzy exclaimed in triumph, slapping Sully's arm playfully. "I said it three years ago; they wrote those songs for him!"
"So?" barked Sully, a little irritated at all the attention Lincoln was getting. "Why don't you write one about me, huh? Did you ever think about that?"
"I'm not a songwriter, Sul," griped Maz, getting defensive. "And you know it. You're the keyboard player. Why have you never written me a ballad?"
"I'm not in the mood for this," replied Sully in protest. "We kicked ass tonight, and I want to party, not argue."
"Fine," complained Maz. "You go party. I'm going to stay here and get naked without you," she said, already beginning to strip.
"Yeah?" grumbled Sully as he headed to his room. "Go ahead. See if I care!"
"Ugh!" cried Maz, finally removing her undies and taking a seat on the opposite side of the room, laid back and spread eagle. Then, laying her head on the cushion, she made a declaration. "Men! I swear..."
Joining their friend, Luna turned on some seductive music and dimmed the lights. Then she and Sam began stripping for Lincoln, eliciting a massive erection from his nether regions. Having Mazzy in view didn't help matters. Lincoln's lust was on fire after their performance tonight, and he was battling with himself over whether or not to invite her.
On the one hand, she was decent looking, and the sight of her puffy mound made the veins in his cock pulse with excitement. On the other hand, she was in a monogamous relationship, and until that ended, he couldn't do anything. Nor could he ask her to leave. They all knew that Maz was quite the exhibitionist, and it probably didn't even register to her that she might be exacerbating things.
Frustrated in more ways than one, Mazzy rolled her head with interest as Luna and Sam wasted no time disrobing their weary lover. Then, without asking for permission, Sam straddled him while Luna squatted on his face before taking one of Sam's perky boobs into her mouth. And slowly, Maz's hand dipped between her legs. If she couldn't join them, at least she could enjoy the show.
Lincoln eagerly lapped at Luna's slit, occasionally sucking on her labia or clit, teasing them, and gently pulling on them with his teeth until she creamed all over his face. He then moved to her darker hole and rimmed her asshole until she came again.
As Luna buckled for the second time, Lincoln felt his balls tug and unloaded a massive amount of his seed into Sam, who stopped moving, settling onto his cock, moaning gutturally.
Then, swapping positions, they did everything all over again. When they got done, the two girls sat on the floor beside the sofa, desperately trying to keep their lover's cum from leaking, leaving Lincoln, exhausted and spent, sprawled out upon the couch.
"Holy fuck..." sighed Maz as she came for the third time, her juices thoroughly soaking the cushion under her. "I'll say it for you because you all look too tired, but that was fucking hot. I wish I could've joined you."
"Heh..." chuckled Luna, eyeing the after-effects of Maz's self-stimulation. "It looks like you kinda did, bra..."
Mournfully, Sully closed his eyes as he leaned against his door. It seemed that his girlfriend wanted more than he could give her. Sully loved Mazzy with all his heart but couldn't condone her sleeping with anyone but him. Sully knew that was outdated thinking, but he couldn't help it. That's how his parents raised him, and not wasn't easily dismissed.
Even if he loosened Maz's reigns, he wouldn't be able to bring himself to entertain either Luna or Sam. That was how he was, and it was becoming a problem. He had already put up with her exhibitionism, but he couldn't handle this. Knowing that she wanted Lincoln, who knew, maybe Luna and Sam too, he had decided it was time to let her go.
Unfortunately, setting her free meant he would have to quit the band. He couldn't stay once he'd broken up with her. That would've been entirely too painful for him. And, seeing what that pain did to Sam before, he didn't want to go through that. But for tonight, he had little recourse. Walking over to his small dresser, he pulled out a small plastic bag, a mirror, and a blade.
"So?" cooed Luna, cuddling up to Lincoln now that he'd gained some degree of composure and sat up. "What do you think of her?"
"Huh?" the tired young man mumbled, looking confusedly at his sister.
"Maz, silly!" Sam chirped. "Do you want dessert?"
"Sam!" exclaimed the female drummer. "I'm sitting right here!"
"Oh, hush," demanded Luna, knowing where the girl's thoughts were. "You know you enjoy being gawked. What's the harm in asking?"
"The harm..." interjected Lincoln, "...is that she's in a relationship already. One that seems rocky, and I don't want to add to that."
"He's right, you know," sighed Maz, folding her arms, obscuring everyone's view of her tits. "Things aren't going so well."
"What do you mean?" implored Luna, suddenly serious. "I thought you two were going strong."
"Not really," admitted Mazzy, staring at the slop between her legs. "We've only been putting up fronts because we didn't want to add anything to what was going on between you two," she told them. "Anything else might've risked the band breaking up."
"I understand that," sighed Luna after thinking about it for a moment. "But what's wrong?"
"He doesn't like how open I am about my sexuality," Maz replied scornfully. "And quite frankly, I don't like it. He's not my father. He's supposed to be my boyfriend."
"Well..." offered Sam, knowing from experience. "Sometimes, people have to change to get what they want. So, what do you want, him or your freedom to express yourself?"
"I don't know..." murmured Maz, staring at Lincoln's limp dick, glistening with Luna's and Sam's fluids. "It's complicated..."
Luna was no slouch, neither was Sam, and both knew what the girl wanted. Only, she didn't dare stand up and say it. Maz had a history with Sully, and that wasn't something easily discarded, even if it did mean finally getting rid of the negativity in her life.
Maz had fallen for Sully long before they ever got signed to a record label, much less begun touring. But now that they had an album out and were flitting across the country the touring life set in, meaning sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll. Only the rock-n-roll and drugs weren't enough.
The percussionist needed real love, the kind that doesn't judge or try to make someone into somebody they aren't. And, for her, that meant cutting Sully loose. But if she did that, he might quit the band, and right now, they needed him. Then, looking at her friends, she explained.
"Guys..." she moaned in reluctance. "I'd leave him, but the band might be in trouble if I do. Do you know what I mean? We need him to play the keys."
"Yeah," agreed Luna. "That's a challenging position. I wish we could help."
"What if we taught Lincoln to play?" suggested Sam.
"Maybe..." sighed Maz before staring down the hall. "I should check on him. He's being too quiet, and that's when he gets fried."
Nodding, Luna, Sam, and Lincoln watched as the girl stood and walked down the hall. Then, turning to his girls, Lincoln asked the obvious.
"What makes you think I'd even be good at the keyboards?" he asked. "Besides, I don't own any, not to mention there's little time for it."
"Don't worry, Lincoln," cooed Luna, nuzzling up to her brother. "We'd do that after the tour. We'd have to hire a temp, as lame as that sounds. People would wonder what happened to Sully, and the rumors would start."
Maz opened the door to the room she shared with Sully and peered in. Eyeing what little powder remained on the mirror and his unconscious form, Maz sighed, deciding she was through with his nonsense. Quietly, she closed the door and returned to the lounge, where she retook her seat.
Without speaking, Maz sat there with her hands between her legs, which she pressed together, and silent tears flowed down her cheeks. When the others noticed her state, they stopped chatting and gave her all their attention. But not wanting to provoke anything unwanted, they remained silent, filled with concern.
"I'm done," Maz finally said, meeting their worried looks. "I'm here if you want me, Lincoln."
